Page 25 of The Flame

“Like what kind of other thing?” Viper asked him in a suspicious tone.

“Well, we were sworn in as Guardians for Amira,” Diesel answered this question.

“Yeah...we already knew that would happen, so what?” Captain shrugged.

“It means we get powers, man!” Swag cheered. “We will like... be superheroes. Like Luther got flaming hands. So we will get some equally cool powers.”

Diesel glared at him. “Maybe it will even give you some common sense, Swag.”

Swag scoffed. “Man, can’t you see how awesome this all is?”

“No, I liked my life the way it was, Swag.” Diesel growled. “I was in charge of my own destiny. I knew that tomorrow would be mostly like today. I had my years of fighting and unexpected shit flying at me. Damn, man why do you think I came here in the first fucking place?” Diesel looked like he was about to explode.

Most of the men had never seen him lose his cool. He had always been chill.

He growled as he clenched his fists. “And now, it is all gone, normalcy is now freak city! While there you stand, clapping like an excited kid who just got candy or some shit?”

Swag’s brows rose, as he looked a bit afraid.

An angry looking Diesel now took a step closer to him.

Captain, Viper and Bullfrog stepped over in front of him, as none of them liked the way he glared at Swag.

“Man, you gotta calm down,” Luther finally spoke up.

“Yeah, Diesel, get a grip,” Steel warned as he stepped up to the large VP and he was one of the men as big as he was. “I know this has freaked you out but—”

“But fucking nothing!” Diesel shouted as he pushed Steel’s chest with both hands.

Steel went flying backward at least five feet, landing on his big back in the dust.

The men all gaped at this.

“Oh, fuck,” Swag muttered.

Luther rushed over to where Steel lay in the dirt to check on him.

Captain, Viper and Bullfrog then stepped forward toward Diesel.

“No!” Swag shouted at them. “Don’t—”

Diesel growled as they tried to take him down. He tossed them off like they were stickmen, the bodies of these large men were all thrown back the same way as Steel had been.

The men were all laid out as grunts and groans followed.

Diesel then roared like some beast and turned to grab one of the motorcycles, raising it in the air above his head like it was a toy trike. He tossed it and it flew at least ten feet away, landing in a crunch of metal and rubber.

Swag stared at him as he had paled by at least two shades. “Well, I guess we know what his power is,” he whispered in awe.

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